Aoba Office

After the car started, the people sitting in the back seat screamed, urging the car to go faster, faster, and faster.

However, the vehicle speed is fixed. The pointer on the instrument panel turned to the end, and the speed of the car reached the limit. However, the blazing fire behind the car did not become smaller because of this. The flame monster chasing after him remained the same, keeping the same distance from the car.

"What's going on! What's going on! Third brother, what the hell is going on!" Bird Nest Head collapsed, "Where the hell did you bring us to!"

"How do I know! I didn't know this would happen!" Lao San yelled.

"We've hit a ghost. We've hit a ghost. Don't you know about the lumber mill?" Waizui gasped, grabbed the back of the passenger seat, and stared at the third child.

"I don't know. I've been out to work for a long time, and I haven't returned to my hometown for several years. I don't even know this road." The third child said angrily.

"It seems they can't catch up." Qiuzi whispered.

The car seemed to be stuck in place, and so was the lumberyard behind it.

But no one knows what will happen if the car really stops.

The little boss holding the steering wheel looked ferocious, "Oil, the oil hasn't moved..."

Everyone else moved closer to the driver's seat and looked at the needles on the dashboard. The speed of the car has reached the maximum, but the fuel consumption has not changed at all.

Waizui was quite attentive and suddenly said: "Where did we refuel before?"

"We've almost reached Guangyuan Highway and haven't moved since." The little boss said in frustration, mumbling something.

"What should we do now..." Niaowotou was desperate. He glanced at the flames behind the car, and then looked away as if he was frightened.

"What can be done? There is simply...no way..." said the third child.

"This is not Huangquan Road..." Qiuzi suddenly said, "If, if it is not Huangquan Road..."

"Do you have any idea?" Xiao Pingtou suddenly looked at Qiuzi.

"Yes, I heard some people say, black dog blood, and also, peach wood..." Qiuzi stuttered.

"Where did we get that kind of thing!" Xiao Pingtou interrupted Qiuzi's words.

"The lumberyard." Waizui suddenly said, "There are really ghosts, the ones who were burned to death in the lumberyard!"

I looked outside the car.

Flame is false, only Yin Qi is real. I could feel that the yin energy still only enveloped the van and did not spread further. Although this ghost is very powerful, it is still much worse than Zheng Motian at that time. It does not occupy Guangyuan Highway.

If we leave this van, maybe things will turn around.

As I thought this, the people in the car were also discussing what to do.

This group of people is a bunch of desperadoes after all. The little boss also killed someone in a fight and became a juvenile delinquent. He was imprisoned several times after that. He was considered fierce and bold. He has become ruthless, and the others are also desperate.

"Fuck you! Aren't they just a bunch of dead ghosts!" The little boss let go of the steering wheel and pulled out a three-edged thorn from his waist.

Others also carried more or less knives with them.

The car slowed down and gradually came to a stop.

Qiuzi and Niaowotou were still a little timid, but the others had ruthless expressions on their faces.

As soon as the car stopped, the lumberyard was close behind them. The burning people who were standing still on the mountain gradually came closer.

The little boss jumped out of the car first, took out two machetes from the snakeskin bag at the back, and held them in his hands. The remaining people got out of the car one after another and followed him.

The flame men still maintained their original weird movements, struggling and seeming to pounce on the six people. But the distance didn't get any closer.

The six people rushed towards the raging fire, walking faster and faster, and finally turned into running, but they did not close the distance.

"What the hell did this happen!" the little boss cursed.

The two sides faced each other far away, like a mirage that could never get closer.

I looked at the flames and then at the car, becoming more and more sure of my judgment.

The flame flickered twice and then went out.

All six people were dumbfounded.

The surroundings fell into darkness, with only the van's headlights emitting a pale light.

"I said...we...did we really not smoke? Did I smoke too much...or..." Bird Nest Head hesitated.

No one can answer this question.

"Otherwise, just take a nap... take a nap, maybe, maybe it will be fine." Lao San said.

He turned his head with a crooked mouth and seemed to be looking at the van.

"Isn't it right? There's something wrong...it could be the car..." Waizui said.

None of the five people answered.

They stood there for a while, looking at the light of the car lights.

For a moment, this light seemed more terrifying than the darkness.

"Which one of you has a flashlight?" asked the little boss.

No one else answered.

"Fuck!" the little boss cursed.

They stood still for a while.

"How about, let's go. One by one, just...just walk along the road." The third child came up with an idea.

No one objected.

They discussed for a while and then simply walked in the direction with their backs to the car.

No one said a word and just walked forward in silence.

The further away from the car, the darker it became, and finally I couldn't see anything.

I rely on Yin Qi to identify their locations. Six people, one not too many and one not too little. There is also a larger cloud of yin energy, which is the yin energy emanating from the van.

After drifting for a while, I found that the thin yin energy on the road was gathering.

I stopped and felt it carefully.

The movement of these Yin Qi has a trajectory. They formed a small whirlpool, spiraling slowly.

And those six people were walking along this whirlpool, going around in circles.

The van is in the center of the vortex. People in the tornado couldn't see clearly into the eye, and the six men didn't realize they were spinning around the van.

The little leader spoke first and asked, "How long have we been walking?"

No one answered.

"Is everyone here?" He stopped suddenly, and his voice changed slightly.

Bird's nest head hit his back, scaring him so much that he waved the machete in his hand. The bird's nest head let out a scream.

"ah!!"

"Who! Who the hell is it!" the little boss shouted.

Others also started yelling and screaming.

"what!"

"What are you doing!"

"Whoa!"

The subconscious defensive move made several people swing their swords without hesitation.

I didn't see what happened in the darkness. I only felt the Yin Qi of those people fluctuate a few times and the height dropped.

Two rays of light suddenly appeared in the darkness.

After the tornado dispersed, the light of the car's headlights hit several people.

All six of them were lying on the ground or lying on the ground. They all had wounds on their bodies, and the knife in their hands was bloody.

The bird's nest head was directly split open to the sternum, blood flowed horizontally, and he died in silence.

A knife was inserted into the face of the little flathead, and blood oozed from his back, covering the ground.

The gap on the crooked mouth was opened, and the wound extended to behind the ear. There was a three-pointed thorn stuck in his chest, and he was still panting, but after seeing the scene in front of him, his eyes widened and he slowly died.

The third child's stomach was cut open, and he knelt down on the ground with his intestines in his hands, his body going limp.

The little boss and Qiuzi came face to face.

Both of them had wounds on their bodies, but they were not fatal.

"Ah...ah!" Qiuzi cried bitterly and kept shouting, completely losing the ability to speak.

The little boss opened his mouth, and finally looked at the van stiffly.

The headlights of the van were like a pair of eyes, looking at them with a hint of mockery.

Suddenly, the car lights went out, leaving only Qiuzi's scream in the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, several more screams were heard, and light appeared.

It was still the light of the headlights, but the light was slightly dimmer.

I found myself following the six men back into the van.

I forgot to say good night yesterday...

terribly sorry. _(:3　∠)_

At twelve o'clock, I mentioned another chapter and continued the rest of the night. (づ￣ 3￣)づ